gabriel l. corner (coverstory) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-12-30 12:18:00

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adelaide jordan, amery wilkes, arcturus macmillan, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, braith selwyn, cecilia hooke, chester scabior, christopher loftus, donovan rookwood, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, erin kirke, euan abercrombie, gabriel corner, giada dorny, graeme dorny, grayson wilkes, greta catchlove, group, isobel macmillan, jonas ackerly, kingsley shacklebolt, kobe ackerly, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, prisca loftus, rafe kirke, rebecca abercrombie, sebastian goldstein, winnifred llewellyn

Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.

ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!

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brythonichero
2010-01-04 06:47 am UTC (link)

His face was smarting something awful. Whatever other awful things might (and should) be said about Chester Scabior, the power of his knuckles ought not to be underestimated, the bony bastard. Not that he'd dreamed of admitting, on the off chance that Bess had actually wished to stay longer at the wedding reception, but he was quite happy to have escaped off to his own flat, and manage to keep the company of his date. And, he mused, it also helped that both children had been sent off to Penelope, though he wouldn't be surprised if Bess felt like punching him once or twice, given his testosterone-ruled display. Remembering one or two well-placed blows, Drystan distended his jaw experimentally, to see whether or not there was any extreme damage done. In the middle of this, he glanced at Bess in some surprise as she blathered on something about not wanting to do this.

He didn't understand.

"What in Circe's name are you talking about?" Drystan asked, steadying his hands on her waist as a means of keeping her in his direction. "Do you—think I'm mad, about this whole—Chester pillock thing?"

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bestzeller
2010-01-04 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Bess gaped, her lips moving to find words but failing. Yes, that was what she was saying, but she was starting to question her thoughts at his expression. "...you're not?"

Her hands drifted up to his face, having abandoned the bandages during the midst of her initial rambling. Bess still felt like shaking after the whole ordeal, but she cupped Drystan's face gently in her hands and examined him. For bruises, cuts, but mostly to try to get a full understanding of why he wasn't freaked out by the events of the night and taking things so calmly. Calm, outside of the punches he'd thrown.

"It's just hard to believe I've found a guy who's willing to deal with the madness that is my life, for the rest of his," That sounded far too serious, and Bess had no idea where her mind had been going but it certainly was not something she should be thinking or saying (but it did feel nice). Bess stuttered, "--his...relationship," she tried to fix, blushing madly, "With...me. For however long that may be."

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brythonichero
2010-01-05 12:42 am UTC (link)

Drystan snorted indelicately. "I'm not sure if you remember this, or not, but we did meet whilst I was trying to protect myself and my reputation against a crazed fan who accused me of fathering her unborn child. Madness, well… I'm not wholly unused to it." He offered her a crooked smile. He liked how that blush looked on her. Regardless, it wasn't her fault that Chester had turned out to be an incredibly abusive man. And while he fully acknowledged that children needed both parents, in order to have the best chance at a normal, healthy childhood, he didn't feel that Bess needed Chester in Sadie's life, at all. Some of those thoughts, he believed, might have stemmed from the fact that—well, he was here now. As cocky as that might have sounded, he fancied himself a good enough stand-in.

"Though, now that you bring the subject up… how long would you like that to be, exactly?" he asked, tone serious, but light, as he awaited her answer.

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bestzeller
2010-01-05 01:37 am UTC (link)

"We never did get a response from her..." Bess mused with a funny face, pushing closer between his legs as their conversation took a much more serious tone.

She felt her heart lose its pace in her chest, her fingers gripping onto the collar of his dress robes. How long did she want to be with Drystan? To be honest, Bess had felt like they were in the sync of dating, and being in a relationship, for nearly two months now. Maybe that was adult of them, being able to basically live with one another (honestly! She had come to his flat after picking up Sadie nearly everyday since his parents had died) without the sexual element the typical 'romantic' relationship was supposed to have. And, of course, when they'd finally given into the sexual part of the whole thing last week--it had been definitely worth the wait.

And...she felt like she was at home with Drystan. Bess didn't have any questions about where he might be, or who he was with, because he was blunt and honest with her about everything (nearly everything; she'd caught on about his invitation to the Halloween Ball). Bess could be who she was without feeling like a nuisance, and neither of them minded putting the other back into their place when they were (ha, and she was, a lot). She smiled and kissed him sweetly, moving to sit on his knee.

"As long as you'll have me, I suppose," she responded, because she could not see herself letting go of this man.

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brythonichero
2010-01-06 06:29 am UTC (link)

"Oh, that's a highly insensible answer," Drystan told her, wrapping one arm around her, as he held one of her hands with his other. It might have been considered ludicrous, considering they weren't technically even in a relationship. But considering the entire six months, or so, that he'd known her, it was difficult to imagine going about life without her.

"I imagine I'll have you for a very, very long time, then."

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bestzeller
2010-01-06 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Now her heart couldn't stop and Bess thought it was going to burst out of her chest and kill her. The implications of their words were quite serious, and she should attempt to discuss them further with Drystan but...all she wanted to do was kiss him, for a very, very long time.

Bess pushed forward and forced herself not to sigh happily into his mouth. She wondered if his face may be too sore for this, but until he stopped her, she was going to snog this man senseless.

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